simple as the title, where your avenger boo kisses you
Bucky: Thighs. On your first few dates with him, you never pictured Bucky to be a thigh man. You more expected him to be an old fashioned kiss on the hand type, but that all went out the window the first night he slept over. He took what you thought were flaws and made them his favorite things about you. Bucky loves waking you up in the morning by trailing kisses starting at your collarbone and going all the way down to those thighs he loves. You have a small tattoo on your inner left thigh that he always traces over lightly with his fingers, and it drives you absolutely mad. When he’s had a long day of being an avenger, he loves coming home to already find you in bed. Bucky takes this time to climb into the king sized bed and rest his head on your lap, occasionally leaning over from his phone to place a kiss on your thighs and tell you little things about his day.
Steve: Forehead. It started when the two of you finally made your relationship public, and went to a baseball game together. People were around everywhere, most trying to pretend they weren’t staring as you walked to your seats hand in hand, but some were blatantly taking pictures and whispering to their friends. Steve’s grip moved to around your shoulder, and he pulled you closer to him while walking around inside the stadium. Being in the public eye wasn’t something you were used to, and Steve could tell. So instead of giving everyone a show, he sweetly placed his lips on your forehead in hopes of calming you down. After that came many more events where he did the same before you walked out into the public eye, and it stuck as a way for you to calm one another down. Plus it was a way for the two of you to avoid the whole gross PDA thing.
Natasha:Neck. It became a thing of good luck for the both of you whenever she would place a kiss on the left side of your neck before going off on a mission. You weren’t an active agent anymore, but there were times where you would be with Maria in the control room. Natasha had no shame in kissing you in front of whoever she wanted, whether it’s just the team, or on a red carpet for the whole world to see. Sometimes she would just kiss your neck out of the blue to get you flustered and red in the face. Even on game nights with the team she would lean over your lap just to get her lips on your neck before making any bets with the team, and 99% of the time her PDA payed off. Nobody in the public eye knew how much she really suffered from the trainings when she was a kid, and sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night suffering from those memories. But you were there for her, leaving kisses across her jaw and down her neck, bringing her back to reality in your arms.
Thor:Hand. Albeit cliche, he truly loves making you feel like his queen. He was raised to treat women with the utmost respect, because he understood that he wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for them. So when Thor met you, he felt as if he had cracked the code to what life is supposed to be like. Everyone knows about how bubbly he is, but he was even more so after that first look into your eyes at the Shield christmas party. When Thor wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is bring you closer to his body and kiss your hand. It’s his way of showing how much he loves and respects you, and without being too gross with the affection. But that sure doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be affectionate.
Tony:Chest. Tony is all about chest kisses, and he places them with such love and care. He loves leaning into your chest while you are laying on the couch or in bed after a long day of being Tony Stark. You hold his head there, softly running your fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek. He feels his safest with his lips on your chest, even safer than when he’s in the iron suit that is damn near indestructible. It momentarily dispels all negative thoughts from his mind, and leaves him with nothing but pure adoration towards you. He feels like a giant weight is lifted off his shoulders as well. It’s at that point when he turns his head and absentmindedly presses a short, chaste kiss to your skin or the fabric that covers the area.
Peter:Temple. Whether the two of you were tangled up in each other on the couch watching a movie, or silently strolling down the street hand in hand, he always pulled you into a warm hug, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. Whenever he was struck with the opportunity, Peter would lightly peck your temple. It helped that you happened to enjoy being kissed there just a little bit more than straight up lip-locking. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved and was there for you, and felt that a soft kiss on your forehead or temple was the way to do it. Sometimes you even stretched up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his temple whenever you saw him stressing out over something, especially new mission plans. Him leaving for said missions was a new thing, so it was always a toss up of who was going to be more strung out over the job that day.
Loki:Under-jaw. The two of always spent your down time wrapped up in blankets in bed, doing absolutely nothing aside from basking in each other’s company and body heat in silence. Loki leaned in to you and you leaned into him, becoming utterly obsessed with each other. He looked at you like you were the most exquisite thing in existence and peppered a million light kisses underneath your jaw and along the side of your neck. You always returned the favor by tightly holding him, eventually squeezing him till he was practically out of breath. You would spend all of your nights together exactly like this, much to both of your delight.
Pietro:Shoulder blades. Pietro craved skin to skin contact with you at all times of the day, mostly in the form of a kiss, which couldn’t happen often, much to your disappointment as well as his. So, he stuck to loosely slinging his arm around your shoulders and following you around like a lost puppy while you performed domestic tasks around the compound. Whenever you stopped bumbling about, doing whatever it was that you were doing, Pietro quickly peppered kisses all along your shoulder blades. They spanned everywhere from the shoulders to the nape of your neck. As long as it didn’t interfere with your task at hand, you indulged him and stood still, eyes fluttering shut in content for a moment until he was inevitably pulled away from you to do important Avengers work. He always made it up to you, however, in the form of much more interesting activities.
Bruce:Nose. Your touch never failed to provide Bruce with much needed affection, and reassurance that you were still around and weren’t ever going to leave him. You always stuck around, glued to his side while he moved about his lab. He tried on multiple occasions to explain what he does in the simplest way possible to you. Most of the time, you just looked at him and smiled, which Bruce knew as your nice way of telling him to stop wasting his breath because you weren’t going to understand any time soon. He softly chuckled every time, quietly sighed with a light smile on his face, pulled your face close to his and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. This gentle of a kiss reminded him that he’s still just Bruce, and not the other guy.
Scott:Cheek. Scott woke up significantly earlier than you did every morning, but never failed to give you a sloppy good morning kiss on the cheek before he rolled begrudgingly out of bed. They always woke you up though, which you didn’t mind. You always pulled a sleepy smile anyway, and rolled over to his side of the bed and basked in the hot spot of sheets he left behind, instantly falling back asleep. You were awakened again about a half an hour later to another, less sloppy kiss on the cheek and a goofy smile from Scott before he left for whatever job he had acquired from his friends. He whispered a promise to you about taking you out to dinner that night, an offer you accepted, before hurrying out of the room and out of the apartment.
The real reason it’s a fucking travesty Peter Parker is “straight” is that he would have a fucking field day making gay jokes. Imagine Spiderman wit mixed with millennial gay humour. He’d be unstoppable
This post is pissing people off so I’m gonna add to it:
*villain du jour flirts with Spiderman* woah! I know I swing both ways, but your way isn’t one of em
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Intellectual™ white supremacist: and when I’m done the entire world will be one homogeneous society-
Spidey: buddy the only homo-genius here is me step off
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Villain: *gestures to the eyesore that is the Spiderman suit* what kind of fashion is this
Spidey, a gay, knowing that all his villains commit crime in their fursuits: fucking respectable is what it is
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Villain, talking about the plague that is vigilantes: your way of life disgusts me
Spidey, with narrowed eyes: is this homophobia or arachnophobia
Little Peter and aunt May figuring homework together!! There is too little content about this two and to be honest guys, I need spiderman fluff now more than ever……
@ari-babbles here is your request!! Hope you like it cause I sure loved drawing it!!
I had a really bad moment last night, so this didn’t get written until an hour ago. Better late than never, right? I don’t think I’m going to make up yesterday’s, though, so here’s day 6 of @spidermanfeda ! It’s a bit longer, I think. Enjoy!
Summary: Peter finds himself in the middle of a pet shop, but it isn’t until he meets (Y/N) that he understands why.
Warnings: There is a lot (I mean a LOT) of talk about spiders. Facts and descriptions. So if you have severe arachnophobia, I advise that you don’t read this. I know that sounds redundant considering this is a Spiderman fic, but you have been warned. (Let me know if you need anything else tagged. I want you to feel comfortable reading my work.)
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Peter didn’t know exactly why he was stood in the middle of a pet shop. All he did know is that something had lured him inside.
He holds tightly to the strap of his bag, the zipper tightly secured to conceal the blue and red hoodie inside along with an array of bandages and alcohol wipes. He was only just trying to figure out the extent of his new abilities, and the scratches and bruises littering his body showed just how much work he had been putting in.
Peter walks around aimlessly for a few minutes before he finds himself in front of a wall of glass containers, and suddenly he knows why he’s here.
They’re all spiders. And he can hear them talking.
He’s fixated on a certain spider, big and hairy and soft-looking, asking him for more food when a soft voice interrupts the one-sided conversation.
“That’s a Costa Rican Zebra Tarantula. They’re normally very calm, but they can get nervous pretty quickly. Otherwise, they’re really good beginner spiders, but Poppy seems like she’ll do especially well.”
It takes Peter a second to realize that the person speaking is referring to him. Blinking out of his haze, he turns.
A few feet away sits a girl behind a counter. Her head is tilted to the side as she looks affectionately at the spider in the case, her hair a contained mess and her gaze penetrating. Peter finds her stare intimidating and intriguing at the same time, and he doesn’t look away until she pushes her copy of Frankenstein to the side so she could dedicate her attention to him fully.
“Was there a specific type of spider you were looking for?” She asks as she walks around the counter to stand by his side.
“Oh! Um,” Peter sputters out, looking for the right way to answer before shaking his head frantically. “No. I just think they’re… Cool.”
Peter frowns inwardly at the awkwardness of his response, but the second you start nodding in agreement, he realizes that you didn’t notice.
“Yeah! They’re kind of spectacular creatures,” you hum softly. “Did you know that while tarantulas are often feared because of their size and appearance, they can be relatively harmless. The ones you should look out for are the brown recluse, the black widow and the funnel web.”
Peter nods in fascination at the excitement in your tone. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.
Speaking with thing interest, he drawls, “Do you know anything about their webbing? And like, other things they can do?”
Your raise an eyebrow in thought.
“Well, all spiders are unique, so they all differ a bit, but for the most part, the silk in their webs are five times stronger than steel. Humans have tried to replicate it, but as of late, they’ve all failed.
“And jumping spiders can jump up to 50 times their own length.”
When you see Peter’s confused look, you explain further.
“So you’re what, 5’7”, 5’8”?” Peter shrugs and you continue. “Well, theoretically, if you had that ability, you’d be able to jump about… 283 feet? Yeah. 283 feet from where you stand now in any direction. Fascinating, right?”
Peter’s eyes widen as he realizes your calculations are right, and he has a sudden urge to test it out. He has to stop himself when he notices that the ceiling of the building is barely 20-feet up. He’s brought from his thoughts again when you begin to speak.
“And most spiders can climb without worrying about falling because of the little hairs all over their legs that grip onto even the smallest of bumps in an object. Tarantulas being the exception. They’re too heavy, so they’re better suited for burrowing into the ground.
“They also have incredible senses. The hairs all over their body can pick up on the changes in the air—that includes sound—and it helps them stay alert regarding their environment!”
Peter felt his heart melt at the animated attitude you expressed as you spoke, and as he listened to you list off the things you found fascinating about the variety of arachnids.
“And—“ You stop short after realizing how long you’ve been rambling. “And I’ve wasted more time than you probably have.”
Peter shakes his head, a kind smile overtaking his lips.
“Actually, you’ve helped a lot. I’ve been looking for more information about spiders, and because of you, I’ve had the ultimate experience,” he says, and he means it. Even if came in here by chance, he would be leaving with a better understanding of what he was capable of. You being absolutely adorable was just a plus.
Your cheeks warm, and you smile softly.
“I’m glad I could be of assistance,” you mumble, playing lazily with your fingers as your eyes drift back to Poppy. “Now that you know a bit more, were you interested in purchasing one?”
Peter bites his lip in thought, his cheeks flushing with color.
“I, uh, I would have to ask my aunt. But I’ll definitely be coming back here,” Peter mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously when you raise a teasing eyebrow. “I really like it in here.”
You laugh softly, nodding in understanding. Before you can speak, a small tug of your work shirt grabs your attention. Looking down, you smile at the small girl as she asks for your help to pick out a kitten. You look at Peter, and he nods in understanding.
“I guess I’ll see you around then…?” You trail off, realizing you don’t know his name.
“Peter,” he supplies easily, his smile bright.
You return it. “Well, I’m (Y/N). I’ll see you around Peter.”
He stands smiling as you walk away, exaggerating your excitement to match the little girls. He nearly jumps out of his skin when a new voice, soft and domineering, breaks through his trance.
“She’s a nice girl. I know my venom isn’t deadly, I won’t hesitate at launching my hairs. I’ll blind you. Don’t test me.”
Peter pales slightly, nodding obediently as he makes eye contact with the arachnid. She looks like she smiles at his compliance as she burrows further in to the chips at the bottom of her case.
“Good. I’m going back to bed. Bye Peter,” the spider drawls.
“Bye…,” Peter responds, turning slowly and leaving as his mind is swarmed with thoughts.
In a matter of moments, he finds himself in another alleyway, devoid of people. His hair stands on end as he uses his senses—Spidey Senses, he decided to call it now that you had explained what it was—to make sure no one is coming. When the coast is clear, he bends at the knees, and after a shaky breath, he springs into the air.
Peter doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but when he opens them again, he’s clinging to the side of a 15-floor apartment building. His eyes widen in surprise before letting out a whoop of excitement.
You knew what you were talking about, and Peter couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips as he thought about getting to see you again on the guise of wanting to learn more.
Peter Parker has a good cock, we’ve just gotta get that out there first and foremost because it’s important
But Peter honestly just assumes it’s a normal blowjob sort of situation when he sees you sinking to the floor and when he feels you moving your lips down to his hips
But baby boy is in for a delicious surprise because you’re in the mood to stay down there for a while and make that beautiful and heroic boy fucking tremble from pleasure
It’s soft kisses along his inner thigh, one at his tip and a few at the base of his cock
It’s a sort of dreamy sigh that falls from your lips when you ghost a hand over his sensitive tip
God, he’s just fucking perfect
You can feel his body clench, no matter how many times you go down on him, Peter still feels like he’s not worthy
He still doesn’t understand why you’re always happy to go down on him and it’s sort of cute how he always looks down at you in amazement
Because you’re you and the sight of you with literally kissing his dick like it’s a fucking gift? It’s a vision and honestly, Peter’s gotta stop himself from cumming on the spot
And when you lick a stripe up his shaft, the poor boy doesn’t know what to do
“You know you have a pretty dick, right?”
You can hear him swallow hard at that statement
He mumbles something and you feel a few fingers trace your jawline, and you look up at him
And he nearly loses it when you take his cock into your mouth while you look him dead in the eye
Like you’re a fucking dream and his legs are already trembling because you’re just so good to him
You hum for a few seconds around his cock just to give him another sensation, just to make the pleasure that much better
You can feel the goosebumps on his skin when you trail a few fingers up his inner thigh
It’s the cutest, soft groan that falls from his lips and his fingers move to your hair and you can feel him getting already close to an orgasm
He can’t help himself from bucking his hips against your lips
And you take it all in because listen he really does have a v good dick
When his hand tenses in your hair and you feel his thighs still under your touch
It’s the way you stay intently trained on him like he was all you’ve ever wanted … which was true
And when you licked a stripe back up his length once you’d swallowed everything he had given you, he let out this gorgeous little sigh and pull you back up to him
Also Peter Parker’s not afraid to make out with you after you’ve just gone down on him like he gets a thrill out of tasting himself on your tongue
Peter rummaged around his backpack, pulling out crumpled notes and empty pens, scattering it all over Mr. Stark’s lab counter. He sighs when he sees the mess he made. He should really clean his backpack. Deciding that he would clean up later, Peter scanned the tables and chairs in the lab for the fifth time.
He huffs, pouting a little, although he will never admit that. His phone is nowhere to be found. Maybe he left it in his locker? No, he could’ve sworn he used his phone in the lab not too long ago.
Jumping off his perch, he crouched on the floor to look under the tables, only to bump his head on the chair when he got up.
A yelp escaped his throat and he brought up a hand to rub the sore spot on his forehead.
“Are you okay, Peter?” FRIDAY chimed, amusement lacing her voice.
“Yeah, yeah I-I’m ok.” Peter said, trying to ignore the fact that he’s blushing because an A.I. saw his clumsiness.
“May I ask what you’re searching for, Peter?”
“O-oh! I’m looking for my phone.”
Of course. How could he not think of asking FRIDAY. At times like this, he wonders if he really is a genius like what others say he is.
“I’ve located it on the kitchen counter.”
Peter’s eyes lit up as he remembered scrolling on his phone while munching on the sandwhiches Pepper fixed for him.
“Thanks FRIDAY!”
Shuffling into the kitchen, Peter’s eyes landed on Mr. Stark, who’s sipping his coffee while his fingers tap rhytmically on his tablet, and beside his tablet, is Peter’s phone.
“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as he made a grab for his phone.
“Who’s the girl your phone?”
Peter, who had turned to go back to fixing his webshooters, froze.
He slowly turned around, and Tony had to hold his breath to hold in his laugh at the sight of Peter’s deer in headlights look.
“W-what?”
Tony watched as the boy practically squirmed.
“You know, the girl on your lockscreen.”
“I…I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter stuttered, his face burning as he looked everywhere but at Tony.
Tony smirked. It’s cute how terrible the kid is at lying. How the world haven’t known of his alter ego is seriously lost on him.
“You can’t lie to me, Pete.” Tony said, giving him a pointed look making Peter sigh in defeat.
“She’s just a friend, Mr. Stark.”
“A friend who you put as your lockscreen and turned red as a lobster when I asked about her. Yeah yeah sure, just a friend.”
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“Hey, Happy!” Peter greeted as he got in the car, excited for another day with Mr. Stark.
Happy cleared his throat, and Peter looked up and gasped when he noticed Tony sitting shotgun.
“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter asked, leaning to the front while bouncing in his seat like an over-excited puppy. “And why aren’t we moving? Are we going to a missi-
“The girl in the blue sweater! Can you come over here for a second?” Tony yelled out the window, making you swivel around and pointing to yourself to confim. “Yes, you.”
Peter spluttered, his eyes widen comically when he realized it’s you. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing?! Please, please don’t!”
He stared in horror as you made your way to the car. “Mr. Stark if she finds out about my crush, she’ll never talk to me again!” Peter whisper-shouted in Tony’s ear.
Tony ignored him, smirking a little at the fact that Peter finally admitted his crush. “You’re Peter’s friend right?” Tony asked you through the window.
“Um yeah,” You answered, then gave a small wave and smile when you caught Peter’s eye.
Tony chuckled under his breath when he caught sight of Peter in the rearview mirror returning your wave with a pink tint on his cheeks.
“Hop in, we’re going to grab some food.”
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“Y/N, you should call your parents. Tell them I’ll drop you off on the way to the tower,” Tony suggested as he ate the last bite of his steak.
“Oh! Almost forgot about that,” You exclaimed and started digging through your backpack. “Crap. I think I left my phone in the car.”
Peter eyed Tony suspiciously. He had a feeling that Tony has something up his sleeve from the moment he invited you to come along. And oh, is he unfortunately right.
“You can borrow Peter’s phone. I’m sure he won’t mind, right Peter?” Tony urged, looking at Peter with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
He’s gonna kill Tony for this.
“W-what? Uh… um I the uh battery is-“
“Here you go.” Tony pulled Peter’s phone from his pocket and offered it to you. Tony glanced at Peter who’s mouth is hung open, and for a second got worried that his eyes might fall out by how huge it is.
“I need to go to the restroom,” Tony announce and slid out his chair. He could practically feel Peter’s murderous gaze burning through the back of his head as he went.
Peter waited with bated breath as you turned on his phone. He feels like he’s going to faint when your eyes widen and flicked up to meet his.
“Peter.”
You looked back at his phone, to stare at his lockscreen. You remember that day. It was when you went to a carnival with him, Ned, and Michelle. What you didn’t remember or even notice is Peter taking pictures. Although you have to admit, the photo is gorgeous. You look so happy, holding a hideous teddy bear that Peter had won for you. Maybe Peter should do photography.
“I am soo sorry. I know it’s creepy. I just- I really like you. And you look so pretty in that picture. Oh god I’m making this worse am I?” Peter rambled, his eyes wild and looking everwhere but at you.
“Hey, hey Peter.” You snapped your fingers in front of him. When he can finally make eye contact again, you smiled shyly. “I like you too.”
“Y-you do?” Peter asked, his voice breathless and his face still crimson.
“Yes, Peter.” You chuckled u Peter let out a happy squeak in response, which prompted his blush to spread to the tip of his ears. “C’mere.”
Peter got up and slid into the seat next to you shyly. You open the camera on his phone and flipped the camera for a selfie.
“Let’s take a selfie for your new lockscreen.”
Peter’s eyes flew open when he feels your lips on his cheek and a second later, a snap of the camera was heard.
“Perfect.”
***
With a bowl of popcorn in hand, Tony sat next to Peter on the sofa, then proceeded to snuggle into the pillows and blanket, getting comfy for their movie night.
“What do you wanna watch, Pete?” Tony asked as he clicked on Netflix with his remote. Peter stayed silent.
“Kid?”
Tony turned his head to check on Peter, only to shut up immediately. The kid is looking at something on his phone while grinning like an idiot. And is that a blush he sees?
Craning his neck, Tony discreetly peeked at Peter’s phone. When he finally got a glimpse, his lips stretched into a huge grin.
He’s a matchmaking genius and Peter’s new lockscreen is the proof.
Request: Can you do Peter Parker X Reader “You’re cute when your angry.” from Anon
Word Count: 203
Note: Peter might be a little OCC, I’ve only seen IW
“PETER!” You shout at your boyfriend.
“What?” You were at his house, tearing through his house, looking for something.
“I know how much you love my dog, (dog name), but you need to give him back. He/She is mine.”
“But,” He stuttered. “I love him/her.” He gives you a pleading eye.
“I need my dog back, I have to be home to feed him, and put him to bed, and do all the normal things.”
“But, I can’t do that.” He says, shying away, with a fake pout and his arms folded. “The dog is mine. Plus I can take care of him! I can feed him, walk him, give.”
“You could, I don’t doubt that.” You interrupt him. “But, the little fluff ball is very close to my heart. I couldn’t live without him.” You scowl.
“No.”
“Give me back my dog.”
“No”
“Peter”
“No”
“GIVE IT BACK PETER PARKER!” You shout. The dog, which he had kept in the room with Aunt May, comes running into the room.
“You are cute when your angry.” He giggles.
You scoff, take your puppy, and leave his house, smiling about the dork you called your own, and how cute he could be.
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